Aren closed the distance in a flash, lightning snapping beneath his feet as he drove straight into the Defiler's face. The man barely had time to react before Aren's gauntlet came crashing down right on top of it.
With the man dazed and swaying, Aren followed up with more strikes. One to the chest, another to the shoulder, and the last combo straight into his gut.
The last punch sent the man flying backwards, flopping on the ground as he stayed silent…and unmoving.
Then he twitched. It started from his fingers before running down his arms and slowly to his body. The joints in his shoulders cracked softly as he pushed himself upright, as if the previous blows had done nothing but inconvenience him.
Aren slowly looked down on his chest to see…all the blows he'd driven into the man had slowly patched themselves up.
Wh—what the hell is that? It's like his skin is trying to glue itself back together?!
"…Heh. That tickled."
